Wednesday, November 6, 2013

I'm not sure if it's because I grew up in Minnesota (well-known for it's snow and ice) or in spite of it, but every time little snowflakes start fluttering down, my heart starts beating like mad and I get jittery and excited. Snow!

Sure, it's a big, cold, wet pain but I love it. Waking up to that brand new, oft-unexpected winter wonderland always puts me in a good mood for the rest of the day. And I spend the day wanting to snuggle up on the couch with a cup of hot cocoa and a good ol' Calvin and Hobbes book. Calvin knows how to appreciate snow.

Yesterday morning, we woke up to 3 or 4 inches of snow! When Travis urged Micah to climb up and look out the window, he started yelling, "I did it! I did it! I make the snow!"

So, I guess that snow was thanks to my two year-old's wishful thinking. And I guess they're like their Mom, because both boys raced straight to the front door and started searching for their snowboots - despite the early hour, lack of breakfast, or obvious freezing cold. We played outside for over an hour before I managed to get the boys inside. I was so hungry, but they kept begging to stay out.

Micah even instructed, "You go eat, Mom. I stay out. I'm not cold!"

The above picture of Micah is my favorite. He told me that he was a "snow puppy."
Then, he built a snow puppy, by piling up snow (it wasn't sticky enough to make a proper snowman), and he pet it, and brought it handfuls of snow, saying "Here some food, Snow Puppy. Here some water."
Grey, meanwhile, went around stomping on all the drifts of snow and yelling, "Ha! I wreck Micah's Snow Puppy."
Um. Okay, bully.

I'm glad we got to spend the morning playing, since all the snow had melted by lunchtime. I know Halloween is barely over, but I can't help but want snow! I love it.
And, I'm sure you understand, I think I might like Snow Puppies more than anything else ever.